Russian Hill (Abby Kane FBI Thriller - Chasing Chinatown Trilogy Book 1) by Ty Hutchinson

Author:Ty Hutchinson
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Abby Kane FBI Thriller
Publisher: Gangkruptcy Press
Published: 2013-10-24T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 35

It was six a.m. and chilly. The fog had rolled in thick that Friday and settled across the entrance to the Bay and most of the city. When I arrived at Union Square, visibility was better. It was unusual to see it slither so far south. I spotted a couple of black and whites parked near the northwest corner of the square and made the walk.

The taped-off area looked smaller than usual and piqued my interest right away. I flashed my credentials to the uniform on perimeter duty, and he let me through with a nod. It wasn’t hard to spot Kang amongst the crowd of law enforcement and forensic personnel.

“Abby. Thanks for coming so quickly. I had the team hold off on processing the scene so you could get a look at it in its original state.”

I looked around for a body but didn’t see a sheet. I finally had to ask.

“There isn’t one. There’s only a heart.” Kang motioned for me to follow. “Every year, these large heart-shaped sculptures are painted by different artists and installed around the city. The CowParade exhibit inspired San Francisco to do the same but with painted hearts to play off the song ‘I Left My Heart in San Francisco.’”

I thought Kang was pulling my leg until I saw the bloody organ sitting on top of the installation. It was housed inside a small, acrylic box as if it were on display. It was.

“They glued the box to the installation. We’ll probably damage it when we pry the box off.” Kang shook his head in disappointment.

I leaned in for a closer look. It still looked fresh. “Any idea how long it’s been here?”

“Green’s office hasn’t had a chance to give an official ruling, but I’m guessing no more than a few hours. The area is heavily trafficked except for a narrow window in the early morning.”

I looked at Kang, and we both knew what the other thought. “I can’t believe we missed this one,” I said. The song was iconic San Francisco. And the killer took it literally. “I wonder where the owner is.”

“Who knows?” Kang blurted.

I watched him flip his jacket collar up and pull it tight around his neck. “I have my men interviewing the people around here and knocking on the doors of the shops in the area, though I’m not hopeful. Most of these stores don’t open until ten in the morning. Even so, a couple of drops of super glue, a firm press to the installation—the killer could have done that without even stopping.”

Kang looked around before turning back to me. The lines in his forehead had deepened. “You still think the killer is your mystery woman?”

“She’s the best lead I have.”

“What about my cases?”

“She’s also the best lead on your cases, because you have none. Why the awesome mood this morning?”

Kang didn’t answer me and avoided my eyes by constantly looking around. This was a different side of him, one I hadn’t seen before. Where’s the playful Kang I know? I had thought we worked well together and were on our way to becoming friends.

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